Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Octa. When thinke you that the Sword goes vp againe?
Octa. Neuer till Cæsars three and thirtie wounds
Octa. Be well aueng'd; or till another Cæsar
Octa. Haue added slaughter to the Sword of Traitors.
Brut. Brut.
Brut. Cæsar, thou canst not dye by Traitors hands.
Brut. Vnlesse thou bring'st them with thee.
Octa. Octa.
Octa. So I hope:
Octa. I was not borne to dye on Brutus Sword.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. O if thou wer't the Noblest of thy Straine,
Bru. Yong‑man, thou could'st not dye more honourable.
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. A peeuish School‑boy, worthles of such Honor
Cassi. Ioyn'd with a Masker, and a Reueller.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Old Cassius still.
Octa. Come Antony: away: